Chapter 326: The Dark Lord's Orthodoxy is in Harry

In the blink of an eye, thirteen years later, Sirius suddenly yelled in prison: "He is still alive, he is at Hogwarts!"

He saw the newspaper and recognized Wormtail's Animagus form. So, after thirteen years, finally having a goal again, he began to plan his escape, and soon succeeded.

After escaping, Sirius went to the Shrieking Shack, waiting for an opportunity to sneak into Hogwarts. But just as he was leaning on the bed, thinking about how to contact Lupin, an unexpected figure appeared; it was Wormtail.

"Peter! You are really still alive," Sirius wanted to stand up in surprise, but he saw Wormtail pointing his wand at him, so he could only reveal a helpless smile.

"Sorry, Padfoot." Wormtail's eyeballs rolled. "I'm not sure if you are a friend or a foe."

"For these thirteen years, your brother Regulus has been looking for my whereabouts like a madman, and I could only turn into a rat and hide in the Weasley family." He explained for himself. "I'm sure he wants to kill me."

"Right, that was the last task the Dark Lord gave him." Sirius's tone was a bit painful. "I saw from the newspaper that Harry is still alive, so you successfully escaped that night, right?"

"I, I..." Wormtail stuttered; when he heard that the Dark Lord wanted to kill him, that kind of fear was simply overflowing.

"How did you do it, by Animagus?" Sirius asked happily. "But you successfully saved Harry too."

"I!" Wormtail suddenly slumped on the ground, muttering: "I want to see Deng Buliduo, I want to tell him a terrible secret... Harry is not Harry..."

The wardrobe door suddenly opened wide; Snape was holding his wand in his hand. "Petrificus Totalus!"

After controlling Sirius, he walked slowly to Wormtail and asked in a low voice: "What secret do you want to tell?"

"I, I..." He was still stuttering, but things changed in an instant, and another figure appeared at the bedroom door.

"Kill him." Regulus said. "I must complete my task!"

"Don't be in a hurry, Regulus." Snape waved his wand, and Wormtail was also petrified and fell to the ground. "I happen to have some personal grudges with them, it's not enough to just kill them like this."

"I didn't ask you to kill my brother." Regulus said coldly.

"Then you can take him away," Snape suggested a vicious suggestion, "cast the Imperius Curse on him, use the Invisibility Cloak to hide him at home, and let Kreacher watch him."

"But Wormtail knows secrets he shouldn't know!" Regulus said dissatisfiedly.

"The words of this stinking rat," Snape revealed a cruel smile, "wipe his memory, let him replace Sirius and continue to sit in prison, how about that?"

"If you really want to do this, wipe his memory now, in front of me." Regulus said.

"Oh, of course, but I still want to appreciate his miserable state." Snape leaned down, looked at Wormtail for a good while, then took out his wand, pointed it at his forehead, and read loudly, "Obliviate."

"Obliviate, Obliviate, Obliviate!" Regulus added several more Memory Charms until he felt it was foolproof, then he stepped forward to carry Sirius and prepared to leave. "You can call the Aurors."

Snape revealed a smile that was not easily detected, then glanced at Wormtail on the ground, and muttered a name in a low voice: "Saruman..."

Originally, these unknown secrets would all be kept in the hearts of the parties involved, but at the end of the fourth year, an explosion in Tranzero blew everything on the heads of Snape and Regulus into smoke. So, for some reason, they had a shallow afternoon tea at Spinner's End.

"I left the house in Grimmauld Place to my brother." Regulus said. "I am tired of the Dark Lord's cause, and even tired of the Black surname; I want to live for myself in the future."

"I respect your choice, Regulus." Snape crossed his legs, his expression very relaxed. "Or, now it should be called Dark Night Godfather."

"Thank you, Severus." Regulus picked up the teacup and took a sip. "I also made a few werewolf friends; the current life has already made me quite satisfied. It's just that one thing has always made me curious. I know you are a master proficient in Legilimency, so, before wiping Wormtail's memory, what did you read?"

"Ah, I thought you hadn't discovered it." Snape said naturally. "But to piece together the truth of the matter, perhaps Wormtail's memory alone is not enough; what things happened that night?"

"Hahaha, you are still like this," Regulus laughed relievedly. "Then, let's share it."

Snape waved his wand, and a Pensieve flew out and stopped steadily on the coffee table.

The two each extracted some memories from their brains and put them in the basin, and Regulus additionally took out a small bottle. "This is Sirius's."

Harry felt himself burying his head in the Pensieve again, but in fact, he was retreating from the Pensieve.

"I simply can't help but suspect that this is the truth of the matter." Harry looked at the tangled silver threads in front of him in disbelief. "But the name Saruman—did you also read the book I gave Professor Binns?"

"This is to avoid you forgetting your true identity, Potter!" Snape said stiffly. "Whenever you look in the mirror, you should know that you can only be Lily's child, there is no other possibility!"

"Uh, but because of this appearance thing." Harry scratched his head. "Could it be that the Death Eaters wouldn't suspect?"

"Almost no Death Eater remembers the appearance of your parents, and even fewer people know what Saruman should look like." Snape said. "Most importantly, you can make the Dark Mark react, which is enough."

"Can Delphini also make the mark react?" Harry asked.

"Yes, quite vaguely, perhaps because she is still young," Snape touched his arm, "or perhaps because the bloodline and the intensity of the Horcrux are indeed different."

"And on you," Snape pressed his forearm, "I can feel the mark is very warm, even hotter than an ordinary Horcrux; perhaps, because you are that unintentional work, the soul fragment on you is larger."

"Even, this perfectly explains the problem of his weakness after resurrection, because what Quirrell obtained was not the blood of an enemy, but the blood of a son."

"But in fact, it is because the blood of an enemy needs to be offered involuntarily." Harry corrected. "And I was accidentally collected by Quirrell."

"In short, let's go back to business." Snape waved his hand. "You must fabricate some memories, making it seem like you knew your true background very early, otherwise you won't be able to make the Death Eaters believe that you are on their side; this is a quite important part of our plan."

Now, Harry was a bit dejected.

After nearly one or two hours of attempts, Harry still couldn't weave a decent enough memory. Snape let him leave with some disappointment.

"Your talent is obviously very poor." He said. "Can't you even fantasize?"

"Sorry, Professor." Harry actually didn't quite agree with Snape's plan, but he also sincerely hoped that he could learn such a technique that seemed very practical.

Before continuing the next Occlumency practice on Thursday, Harry needed to play Hoffa to meet Lu Xiusi first. Naturally, he met Sirius first, and then told him about Snape's story roughly.

"A very high-level story." Sirius nodded. "From this story, he perhaps hopes to let Saruman Riddle serve as the new Dark Lord."

"But I am Harry Potter." Harry said dissatisfiedly.

"Right, this is one point, and another point is that, even if Harry becomes the Dark Lord." Sirius shrugged. "What effect can it have?"

"Snape he..." Harry also couldn't figure this out. "And he also knows that the Horcrux and the painting are just lies; it should be that we are trying to eliminate the power of the Death Eaters."

"Ah! Right! We were a bit retreating to the second best before." Sirius seemed to have figured it out all of a sudden. "You were thinking about deterring them with the painting, letting them not violate the law and discipline anymore, so you deduced that you wanted Lu Xiusi to be the Dark Lord."

"But if our goal is set to eliminate the Death Eaters from the beginning, then we need one of our own to be the Dark Lord, so as to win over those fanatics in Bella's hands." Sirius said seriously. "And, do you remember the things we discussed at the beginning? We need to integrate the power of the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix; if you can truly suppress the two major Death Eaters and sit firmly in the position of the Dark Lord, isn't our goal achieved?"

"But I don't want to be the Dark Lord." Harry said dejectedly. "I only read the beginning of Grindelwald's notes."

"Deng Buliduo also once studied Dark Magic." Sirius's emotions were a bit complex. "Dark Magic is also magic; if we don't study Dark Magic, our magic level cannot reach the peak."

"Because Dark Magic involves an important concept, and that is using emotions to increase the power of spells." He added. "We can't study the Patronus Charm to death; if we want to explore the relationship between emotions and spells, we have to come into contact with Dark Magic."

"And, there are quite a few spells that are not strictly Dark Magic, it's just that their power is too great and difficult to control, such as Fiendfyre." Harry also remembered something. "Grindelwald proposed that directly classifying dangerous magic as Dark Magic is a very lazy behavior."

"You can be a Dark Lord who specializes in dangerous magic, or it doesn't matter if you learn a little Dark Magic." Sirius seemed to want to say something more, but he glanced at his watch. "Forget it, let's talk about it later, let's fool Lu Xiusi first."

"Fool?"

"Right, now Hoffa doesn't know Harry Potter's background, he can only choose to support Lu Xiusi or Delphini." Sirius reminded. ===== CHAPTER 327 =====